“I love you, but you’re driving me insane.” Justina blew a strand of hair away from her face, grateful for the breeze that picked up over the water. Hopefully the air cooled her blood at little. At least enough for her to endure him toying with her. “What game are you playing, Shawn?”
“The best one of all. Where I figure out all the ways to make you happy. Where we all fulfill all our deepest fantasies. The one that never gets boring.” He backed her into Ian, brushing his lips over hers in a soft kiss. “The one that never ends.”
Closing her eyes, she smiled. “Mmm. That’s my favorite game of all.”
Epilogue
Late July
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“This is a fucking awesome pool table, Cort.” Shawn ran his hand along the dark wood as the big man racked up the balls. “Where’d you get it? I was thinking of getting a nice one for my new place once the renovations are finished in the basement.”
“Came with the place.” Cort positioned the pool cue. “But you should ask Ford where he gets his for the bar. They’ve got some nice ones.”
Shawn inclined his head, resting his hip against the edge of the table. “Maybe I’ll ask him after he’s done sucking my dick.”
The tip of the cue hit the table. The white ball rolled, touching the formation, but not a single one of the colored balls moved.
Pearce chuckled, stepping up to Shawn’s side and patting his shoulder. “You’ve got to stop doing that, man. Cort’s not gonna want to let us play with his toys anymore.”
Grinning, Shawn glanced over at the ‘toys’. Kneeling on the mats spread out along the other side of the game room were all the participating submissives. Each gagged, wearing a blindfold and soft, lined leather cuffs clipped behind their backs. The colors of the blindfolds indicated the limits the subs and their Doms had agreed on for the play party. Black for only oral and light impact play, red for sex and medium impact, and green for anything goes.
Both Ian and Justina thought they were wearing green. What could Shawn say, he liked keeping them guessing. He’d swapped for the black at the last minute, deciding to keep things light for their first real party.
Ford and Luke both had red blindfolds—interesting, since both their men had been incredibly possessive before. Scott and Becky had black. Akira was the only one without a blindfold, but she’d insisted she could try a few things. Cort hadn’t seemed so sure, but he let her kneel with the others before taking all the Doms aside to warn them that she might not catch a trigger in time and no one was to take her out of his sight.
More than reasonable. They’d all be very careful with her.
With all of them.
Jami was here to simply watch. And she’d made them promise to have more parties when she wasn’t as big as a house. Ramos decided it wouldn’t happen until after their honeymoon, when they got married that fall, which made her happy.
Actually, both she and Luke seemed excited that their Master was letting them do group scenes again. Shawn wasn’t sure why Ramos had stopped, but having him back in the mix made things more interesting.
Shawn was curious to see how Justina and Ian would react to the different styles of domination. Both Ramos and Pearce were stricter than he was. Cort was still pretty new, but he’d learned some fun tricks from Callahan. A few Shawn wouldn’t mind learning as well.
Ford choosing to kneel with the subs rather than join the Doms had surprised Shawn. He’d trained as a Dom, and he’d been fun to co-Top with, but he’d admitted there were a few things he needed to experience.
Taunting Cort could be a useful way to learn what those things were. If done carefully. Shawn still wasn’t sure how good the man was with sharing.
So he smiled and turned his attention to Pearce. “He chose pool for a reason. He’s better than any of us, which means he’ll be playing with our toys all night if we don’t shift the advantage.”
“Hmm… You have a point.” Pearce rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “I still don’t believe Ford really likes dick. He probably gives horrible blowjobs.”
“He won’t by the end of the night if I have my way with him.” Shawn cracked his knuckles then grabbed a pool cue from the rack on the wall, glancing over at Cort. “You have at least taught him not to use his teeth, haven’t you?”
Over in the line of subs, Ford let out a low, angry sound.
Cort folded his arms over his broad chest, jerking his chin at Shawn. “If you want to find out, you might want to stop talking and start sinking balls.”
“You didn’t give me much to work with.” Shawn shook his head as he realized he had absolutely nothing to work with. “I’m calling safety.”
“Good choice.”
The game continued, taking much longer than expected because, well, his cheating backfired. Cort might not have cleared the table as quickly as he would have without distraction, but Shawn wasn’t the best pool player.
When Cort won, Shawn let out a sigh of relief. “Well played, man.”
“That was a lot more fun than I expected.” Cort chuckled, approaching the subs. Shawn assumed he’d choose Ian to make Shawn pay for all the comments about Ford, but instead, he stopped in front of Justina. He brushed his fingers down her cheek. “Come with me, pet.”
Ducking her head, Justina gracefully rose to her feet. She let out a surprised yelp when Cort lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder.
Shawn wasn’t fast enough to keep Ian from trying to get up and go after Cort, but thankfully Ramos had remained behind the line of subs, so he grabbed Ian by the shoulder, forcing him back to his knees.
“You know Cort can be trusted, hermano.” Ramos fisted his hand in Ian’s hair when he tried to pull away. He jerked his head back, bending down to kiss right over the cloth gag between his lips. “Careful, Ian. I am a fairly skilled player. You don’t want me displeased with you when I win.”
Fuck, that man is hot. Shawn adjusted his dick in his leathers, shaking his head when Pearce laughed at him. He turned his attention to where Cort had laid Justina on the pool table.
Cort moved away from her, then crooked his finger at Akira. “I missed out last time. It’s Ford’s fault.”
Ford grunted.
“Ah, a shame you’re blindfolded, isn’t it, my boy?” Cort smirked, slipping behind Akira to remove her gag. He left her hands bound as he lifted her onto the pool table near Justina. “Pearce, could you get Justina’s gag out of the way?”
As Pearce got Justina’s gag off, Akira frowned at Cort. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting off from the win?”
“Tiny, this totally does it for me. I’m a guy.”
“Fine, but Justina’s not into me.” Akira’s cheeks reddened. “And we’re friends and I don’t want it to be weird for her and—”
“Akira, will you just kiss me?” Justina smiled, her voice softening as she tried to shift closer to the other woman while still blindfolded and bound. “It wasn’t weird last time. And didn’t last long enough for me to be sure if I like it or not.”
Akira inhaled roughly. Then nodded, a big smile curving her lips. “Should we make another trade?”
“Mmm, I like that idea.” Justina wiggled as Akira’s lips hovered over hers. “Who?”
Brow furrowing, Cort shook his head. “That’s not how this works. You two are topping from the bottom.” He looked at Pearce for confirmation and Pearce gave a firm nod. “Punishments will make this much less fun for you.”
Batting her eyelashes, Akira gave him a pretty pout. “Please?”
“Brat.” Cort’s expression softened. “You don’t see enough of guys making out?”
“Never! And you’ve only ever kissed Ford.”
A crimson blush spread up the back of Cort’s neck. “Yes, well… I guess you’re going to make me do it?”
Releasing a heavy sigh, Ramos shook his head. “That is not at all how this works, hombre.”
“You wanna show me how it works then, pal?”
Ramos smirked. “It wo
uld be my pleasure.”
Swiftly untying Ian’s gag, Ramos hauled him over to Luke then swept his feet out from under him. Grabbing Luke by the back of the neck, he pulled him over Ian.
One finger hooked Luke’s gag, Ramos pried it free, letting it hang around Luke’s neck. “Kiss him, niño.”
Without hesitation, Luke claimed Ian’s lips, only Ramos’s grip on his neck keeping him from falling forward. There was something animalistic about the way the two men kissed, now that their control had been taken from them.
And it was fucking sexy to watch, but Shawn was getting a little tired of observing and not doing. He understood the point Ramos was trying to make, but the girls had given him the perfect opportunity to see if Cort tasted as good as he looked.
Before he could make his move, Cort pinned him against the edge of the pool table. He let out a soft laugh as he lifted his lips to Shawn’s. “This is going to devolve quickly. Do you want to see how far the girls are willing to take this ‘trade’?”
“That sounds like an excellent idea.” Shawn teased Cort’s bottom lip with his tongue. “And maybe I can give Ford a few tips.”
The playful mood in the room changed quickly to one filled with pleasure and passion. Shawn had been to many erotic parties in his life, but somehow, this one was different. He’d been afraid relationships would cramp his style. That they would get in the way of him acting out his every desire.
Instead, he’d found someone to share those desires. Two someones. And neither saw his lack of inhibitions as a bad thing.
He still had his freedom. His games were actually a little bit naughtier than before. But no matter how much he enjoyed playing, he loved knowing he had something real to go home to. Two people who he trusted with his heart.
Who he could keep.
The End
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THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS #1
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The game has always cast a shadow over Oriana Delgado’s life. She should hate the game. But she doesn’t. The passion and the energy of the sport are part of her. But so is the urge to drop the role of the Dartmouth Cobra owner’s ‘good daughter’ and find a less . . .conventional one.
Playmaker Max Perron never expected a woman to accept him and his twisted desires. Oriana came close, but he wasn’t surprised when she walked away. A girl like her needs normal. Which he can’t give her. He’s too much of a team player, and not just on the ice.
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Defensive Zone
THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS #2
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Silver Delgado has gained control of the Dartmouth Cobras—and lost control of her life.
Hockey might be the family business, but it’s never interested Silver. Until her father’s health decline thrusts responsibility for the team he owns straight into her hands. Now she has to find a way to get the team more fans and establish herself as the new owner. Which means standing up to Dean Richter, the general manager and the advisor her father has forced on her. The fact that their “business relationship” started with her over his lap at his BDSM club shouldn’t be too much of a problem. Their hot one-night stand meant nothing! But how can she earn his respect when he sees her as submissive? Can they separate work and the lifestyle she’s curious to explore?
Balancing her new life away from Hollywood, living among people who see her as the selfish Delgado princess, has her feeling lost and alone until Landon Bower, the Cobras new goalie slips into her life and becomes her best—and only—friend. The time they spend together makes everything else bearable, but before long his eyes meet hers with more than friendship, reflecting what she feels. Which could ruin everything.
Two Dominant men who see past her pretty mask and the shallow image she portrayed to the flashing cameras. A gentle attack from both sides that she can’t hope to block unless she learns how to play.
But she’s getting the hang of the game.
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Breakaway
THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS #3
Against some attacks, the only hope is to come out and meet the play.
Last year, Jami Richter had no plans, no goals, no future. But that’s all changed. First step, make up for putting her father through hell by supporting the hockey team he manages and becoming an Ice Girl. But a photo shoot puts her right in the arms of Sebastian Ramos, a Dartmouth Cobra defenseman with a reputation for getting any woman—or, as the rumors imply, man—he desires. And the powerful dominant wants her…and Luke. Getting involved in Seb’s lifestyle gives her a new understanding of the game and the bonds between players. But can she handle being caught between two men who want her, while struggling with their attraction to one another?
Luke Carter’s life is about as messed up as his scarred face. His mother is sick. His girlfriend dumps him. When he goes to his favorite BDSM club to blow off some steam, his Dom status is turned upside down when a therapeutic beating puts him in a good place. He flatly denies being submissive—or, even worse, being attracted to another man. He wants Jami but can’t have her without getting involved with Sebastian. Can he overcome his own prejudices long enough to admit he wants them both?
Caught between Luke and Jami, Sebastian Ramos does everything in his power to fulfill their needs. His two new submissives willingly share their bodies, but not their secrets. When his own past comes back to haunt him, the fragile foundation of their relationship is ripped apart. As he works to salvage the damage done by doubt and insecurity, he discovers that Jami is hiding something dangerous. But it may already be too late.
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Offside
THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS #4
A pace ahead of the play can send you back to the start. And put everything you’ve worked for at risk.
Single mother and submissive Rebecca Bower abandoned her career as a sports reporter to become a media consultant with her brother’s hockey team. A failed marriage to a selfish man makes her wary of getting involved with another. Unfortunately, chemistry is hard to deny, and all her hormones are dancing when she gets close to the Cobra’s sniper, Scott Demyan.
Zachary Pearce ‘came out’ to the world last season to shift attention away from a teammate. And his one night with Scott Demyan had been unsettling. There could be more there, if only Scott was a different person. Instead, a night of sensual BDSM play with Becky leaves him wanting more, but she thinks he’s gay and questions his interest. It’s been a long time since a woman has attracted him both as a man and a Dom, and he’ll do everything in his power to prove she’s the only one he needs. Or wants. His one time with Scott was a mistake.
Scott might have forgotten what happened in his childhood, but the effects linger, and he specializes in drunken one-night stands…until he meets Zach and Becky and sees what he’s missing. But neither one believes Scott can be faithful. Although he’s trying hard to clean up his
act to avoid getting kicked off the team, they want more from him. He’s willing to make changes, but the most important one—putting their happiness before his own—means he’ll probably end up alone.
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Delayed Penalty
THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS #5
All choices have consequences, only sometimes they’re . . . delayed.
Cortland Nash fled Dartmouth to avoid being arrested for murder, but his best friend, Ford Delgado, is in danger. Cort returns, prepared to keep his head down, and do whatever it takes to keep Ford breathing, but when he finds a beautiful young woman out in the snow, frozen in fear, his plans change. He needs to make sure she’s safe—even if the greatest danger is him.
Akira Hayashi never thought she’d overcome her fear of men, but the care of an experienced Dom helped her achieve so much more. She’s embraced her submissive side, and found her strength as the captain of the Dartmouth Cobras’ Ice Girls. There’s nothing she can’t do—except function when she’s mugged in a parking lot. The intimidating stranger who rescues her makes her feel things she never thought possible. The only problem is his connection with Ford, a man she’ll hate forever because she refuses to feel anything else.
With the constant threats from the crime lord he once called “Dad,” Ford Delgado has no room in his life for love. Unfortunately, Akira already has his heart—which is split in two when he discovers Cort is dating her. The betrayal has him lashing out, trying to move on, to grow as a Dom, and free himself from Kingsley’s criminal empire. He tries to forget what Akira means to him, but one look into her eyes shows him the last thing she needs is for him to let her go.
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